Exhausted
That's how I feel
Almost every single day
Having to sit down
And listen to everyone's problems all the time
They vent about the pain they go through and constantly cower in fear about almost everything
How it's the end of the world for them with all the crap they have experienced in their life
They go on and on and on and on about how worthless they feel Asking themselves why
Why people waste a single breath on them in the first place? Why should they?
Why do they bother waking up in the morning? Is there anything to look forward to?"
Most of the time they expect me to answer. When I do, it they push my advice aside.
No matter how many times I've tried to help them, they always seem to overlook it every time
What, am I just transparent to them? Am I only there to just be their therapist?
Ah yes, keep on piling more and more heartache, trauma, fear, right on top of me huh.
Do people ever think about how draining it is after awhile? I'm always afraid to vent to others
Because I know what it's like to pile on a bunch of crap onto another person frequently
At times when I do decide to vent, I feel guilty. I don't feel worthy of complaining
Can't believe they even stick around to listen. Can't believe people trust me this much.
That's when I ask myself why. Why do people waste a single breath on me? Why should they?
Why do I bother waking up in the morning? Is there anything to look forward to?
Do I even mean anything to anyone? At this point I feel I was destined to be a therapist
I'm drawn to Psychology, gives helpful tips on how to help others a more proper way
It's crap like this that me feel so out of place a lot.
Just a dose of Monachopsis.
